The wind and rain in Paris blew away the smell of smoke and water on the streets, and also brought the most unexpected encounter at the age of seventeen.
Transfer student He Jingshi held a wet sketch and ran into the arms of Jiang Hezhi, a boy from the same school on the street in a foreign country. One is quiet and restrained, expressing his thoughts with his paintbrush; the other is pure and gentle, guarding tenderness with silence. Under the rain of parasol trees in Paris, the two grew from strangers to familiar friends. On the way from school, by the window of the studio, and at the bus stop, they accumulated countless green and delicate beauty.
They once thought that this encounter across mountains and seas would accompany each other throughout their youth, and even into the future. But the heartbeat of youth cannot withstand the torrent of reality after all. Family, distance, and time gradually crush the tenderness hidden in the wind.
Later, it was still rainy in Paris, and the smell of smoke and water remained the same every year, but the young man who shielded her from the rain and took over the easel never appeared on her way home again. I have painted all over the streets of Paris, but I can never paint back the first time we met on that rainy day.
An encounter that started with wind and rain ended with years, leaving only a period of youth that ended without a problem, always wet in memories and never complete.
Concept: the throbbing purity of youth, the loneliness and redemption of youth in a foreign country, the crushing of young love by reality, the eternity of regret